First Words from Your Mama

I feel so uncreative. And cheap. And garanimaled.

I have a blog. I really do. It's a nice flash thing--all flashy and thang-y. But it's rather time intensive. So I'm slumming, I guess. Going to try out the one-size-fits-all solution and see if it fits. (You'll remember, these things never do. They end up looking crappy on everyone. It's the great equalizer. The glorification of mediocrity and the demise of individuality and creativity. But perchance she overstates.)

So here I am. I've surrendered. Given in. Admitted my shortcomings and limitations. I've accepted the terms and implications of this agreement.